You were screwed.

Mega, ultra, super fucking screwed. On your way to your mom's house, your car decided that it would be happier in car hell, and the spirit of Karl Benz abandoned you.

Now, stranded in the middle of nowhere, you desperately tried to wave down a car, to no avail, until finally, a nice-looking vintage car pulled over and a handsome man steps out, walking over to your car's smoking engine.

"Need some help there, bud?”